I think I can manage the friends thing, but no promises on the beer.

[It's a joke, trying to make it clear that he's-- he's okay, this is fine, even if it takes him another second and a steadying breath to get to his feet. And then he's not sure what to do with himself yet again, but he takes a half step back, not wanting to crowd Eddie now they're on different levels.]

It's cool, bubbale, I've got Bryn on speed dial and also like... still a wizard. I'll always have that going for me.

[He can make himself a house if he needs to, at least for a night.]